A lot of things are happening. A lot of things aren't happening. A lot of people are thinking things that they don't want to say. A lot of people are saying things they don't want to think.

We're all just watching stars disappear in the spotlights. We hang around hillsides, holding on to exposed roots and juniper branches for security. We watch the valleys, and wait for the smoke to clear. The city may seem so far away, and the buses don't run during times of upheaval, but I know we're going to make it home alright.

So let's start walking. This shit is getting heavy.